Winners of the Laughter is the Best Medicine contest

Oh boy, what a tough decision. Thank you so much everyone for your stories. It came down to a random.org drawing for the winners, after I called in a couple of extra judges. (Thank you judges ;) ) The winners are.....drumrollll

Ian and Elder_Wizard. I will be DM'ing you both your gift card codes. Congratulations and I would like to give an applause to all of you for truly great and comical stories.

Since you were all so wonderful and shared yours, I will share one of my personal favorites about me. I don't know how many of you know how much I like Red Velvet Cake but here is a story I wrote on my other blog about my favorite dessert. Hope you enjoy the story.

It's titled CSI (Cake Scene Investigators)

During its first 4 seasons, my favorite show was CSI. This was before Miami (maybe Miami had one season) and New York. It was just Grissom and his team doing what they did best. Solving murders in an hour that would take a real team of Forensic Scientists weeks or years but I digress.

Another fact about me that some may or may not know, I absolutely LOVE Red Velvet cake. Have you ever looked at the recipe for it though? The recipe takes about 2 hours to prepare, not including baking time if you make it from scratch. I’m not even sure that includes the homemade Cream Cheese icing but man is it worth it. (Pause for drooling) You have no idea how excited I was to walk into a grocery store one day and discover Red Velvet Cake mix. It was like a sign from heaven and I swear the fluorescent lights of the grocery store all faded except the one over that box. I bought the cake mix and was in for another surprise when I got home. There was a marathon of CSI on one of the TV channels. Could the day get any better?

I get into some comfortable clothes (White T-shirt and jeans), turn the TV up so I can hear it in the kitchen, and start to read the instructions on the cake box which are easy enough. Take some water, oil, the mix, and eggs and blend them together with a mixer. Yay,10 minute prep time. I do not own one of those fancy mixers with the bowl where you can just toss your ingredients in and let it go. All I own is a simple hand mixer but it works so I’m not complaining. I wait for a commercial and commence with the beating and blending. I think the box said to mix for 5 minutes but can’t remember.

As I am mixing, I suddenly notice the cord from my hand mixer has fallen into the bowl. (I am left handed and have the classic left hander hook) Oops! I pick it up, wipe it off with my hand, put the excess batter in the bowl and since I am at home, just clean my hand with my T-shirt. Not sanitary but hey, it’s not a restaurant and I am the only one eating the cake. My cake, my germs. I keep mixing and something hits my sock. I look down to discover a bright red splotch on my toe. Confused, I look up to discover the cord had fallen into the mixer again and as I moved, the cord corrected itself but of course, batter was all over the cord and that is what caused the splatter. By this time, my mind finally registered the fact that the batter was red…RED, oh heavens.

I looked at the counter and the batter from the cord had not only dripped on my sock, but the counter, there was a red streak from the dishwasher to the floor, and of course, the floor itself, which I had stepped in by now. I then remembered how I cleaned the batter. My white T-shirt was covered in red and I looked like one of the suspects on the TV in the next room. I was half expecting the Police to come knocking on my door for no reason and discover me in red stained clothes holding a lethal mixer. You know, I lost interest in the show shortly afterwards. Wonder why?

Laughter! The Best Medicine Contest

(Sponsored by Ravenwood Radio and Petnome)

I have noticed a lot of Twizards (Twitter wizards) have a case of the Winter Blues. Christmas Break is over, school and work are back to normal schedule, and germs have infested many of us. This has made for some very stressful and very sad tweets. It drives me crazy to see so many friends stressed out. There's an old cliche that states, "Laughter is the best medicine" and I have decided to test that theory out. That's where the contest part comes in at. I need your help.

I would like for you to post a funny short story in my comments section.

Rules:

Keep it PG rated. If there is any foul language, or filthy talk, it will be immediately removed and you will be banned from any other contest I sponsor/hold.

Be nice and respectful: I should not have to add this but I do not tolerate rudeness or bullying. (This includes both your story and if you write something bad about someone else's story.) This will also get you banned from any other contest I sponsor/hold.

I would like to see something funny that you experienced, saw, or heard about. (I will be posting an example). It does NOT have to be Wizard101 related although there are plenty of funny experiences I have had in game.

Keep it short: A little blog is no place for a "Gone with the Wind" sized story. Try to keep it at the very MOST, 3 small paragraphs long.

Have fun: I think this one is self-explanatory

Include Twitter name: If you do not have a Twitter name, let me know and I will see if we can work something out.

Deadline for entries is Sunday, January 29th, at 6pm ET.(For those on the West Coast that is 3pm your time) Late entries will not be accepted. NO EXCEPTIONS!!!

I will be choosing 2 stories I think are the funniest and give the writers of those stories a $10 Wizard101 Gift Certificate. Not only will you be getting 1,000 Crowns, but the Certificates also come with your very own Ice Elf pet. ( Winner announcement is TBA.)


Hmm, what am I missing? Oh yes. You need an example. Here is a funny story of my own to help get your creative juices flowing.

A few nights ago, I was playing another MMO game and had my headset on so I could listen to sounds and music from that game. This particular game is a bit more intense than Wizard101 and enemies can come out of nowhere and attack you. I was just running my little character around doing various quests, feeling pretty relaxed, yet ever vigilant. Ever have one of those moments where you are relaxed and tense at the same time? I must have been having one of those moments because someone tweeted something, (in my defense no one had tweeted in about an hour) my Tweetdeck made its little "Bloop" sound, and it startled me so much I jumped and my mouse flew out of my hand.

Now it's your turn. Let's see if we can laugh the blues away.

I would like to thank Petnome and Ravenwood Radio for sponsoring this contest. Thank you. :D

Change and a Challenge

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.
C. S. Lewis

The above quote by the renowned author of "The Chronicles of Narnia" is a great example that everything changes. Without change, we cannot grow and learn. Every experience in our life changes us, good or bad, and whether we are aware of it or not. That being said, there are a few times in my own life that have profoundly changed me and I was well aware of it. Two of my greatest changes in life occurred because of the game Wizard101. I will never forget those who have helped me change for the better because of that game. Thank you Kings Isle for making the game.

The first occurred around May of 2010 I believe. (I said I would never forget the experinces, dates are another matter.) I had requested a run with my favorite team of helpers, Mercenaries for Hire. I had ran with just about all of them on various quests and more than their help, I just enjoyed their company. It was only me and one other Mercenary, the leader at the time, Christo Deathgiver. We had just finished pounding the smoke out of Smogger when he stopped me before I ported back to Reagents Square. We talked for a bit and then he said that it had been decided unanimously amongst the other Mercenaries that I be asked to become a member. I think I played it cool and said, "Sure." but behind the pixels I was thrilled beyond belief. From the Mercenaries I learned not only game tips, but confidence, the importance of teamwork, and that I don't need to apologize for being me. (Still get fussed at for doing that a little..)

Perhaps the most important change I learned from my time with the Mercenaries was the friends I made and the friendships that have developed from my time there. It started with my two best friends, Cassandra Dragonheart and SorceressMiklai. From just those two, I met enough people to fill up my friends list on the game with nothing but purple names. Although I am no longer a member of M4H, it is a part of me and of who I am. I still speak frequently with the current Mercenaries too. They are still the best on Central for help with quests. Always will be.

The second change happened just a few weeks ago when some of those purple names needed help. One of them had some things IRL to take care of and she was a moderator for the podcast Ravenwood Radio. *Waves to Miss Icywiz* She consulted with the rest of the crew and they decided to ask me to sit in for her. I said "Sure." again (hehe). Icy is now back in action and ready to roll. I was grateful for the opportunity to assist the Ravenwood Radio crew but I was also in for a surprise. I was asked to stay on and assist with episode 50 and beyond. You see, Ravenwood Radio is being remodeled and moving to a new location. On iTunes, it is now known as Ravenwood Radio LIVE. Still the same great show, just with a new name and location. I can't wait to see what other surprises Steve, Fallon, Icy, Ditto, and the rest of the crew have in store.

I don't ever plan on being as well known as the rest of the crew, (I am extremely shy) but because of them and what they have given me, I will be proud to be just me. Once again, I want to thank Kings Isle for Wizard101. It has given me so much.


A Challenge

Here is a challenge for everyone. I am sure everyone has friends like mine who give so much joy in life that it is immeasurable. No amount of kindness can ever repay them so I would like to challenge all my readers to pay it forward. Do something nice for a total stranger this week. It doesn't have to be monetary. It can be anything from telling someone they look nice to giving a treasure or card or two if you have extra. It doesn't even have to be limited to the Spiral. Let someone go ahead of you in a grocery line or at a restaurant or help your mom with dishes. (Sometimes her face is worth the work on that one.)

For those of you who are thinking, "What's in it for me?" Let me tell you, it is so so much fun to see someone's reaction to an unexpected gift. I have been called twit by my sister so many times I lost count. Tee hee.

Since I started with a quote about change, I will finish with a quote about giving:

“No person was ever honored for what he/she received. He/she was honored for what they gave.”

– Calvin Coolidge

Angel and the Egg. A short story

I wrote a short story for a friend of mine, Angel Winterbreeze. I wondered what his Wizard, Angel Winterbreeze, would have been like as a child. So I decided to use my imagination and create one. Here it is, I hope you enjoy it.

Angel and the Egg

The snow had just started falling as the two figures came to the gate of the old house. It was in good shape but there were a few pieces of chipped paint and it was clear that the once grand estate had long bypassed its glory days. The only reminder of those proud days was a sign that hung from an arched walkway that, when cleared of snow, read “Winterbreeze”. As the two figures walked under the sign, it seemed to creak and whine about the snowy conditions.

Joining in with the sign, one of the figures, a small boy, whined to the other figure. “This is it momma? This is where Grandma lives?” The questions were followed by two quick puffs of breath, clearly visible in the cold air, as the unhappy little boy blew his untamed platinum hair from his face.

“Yes Angel.” Jolie Winterbreeze sighed as she explained to her son for the sixth time. “This is where Grandma lives. And young man,” she added in a stern, motherly voice. “This is also the house I grew up in and look how great I turned out. Now stop your pouting and help me get our bags so we can go greet Grandma.” She ruffled the boy’s hair which did nothing but create two more puffs of breath as Angel tried to blow the feather-like strands from his face again.

Ever curious, Angel could not keep from asking more questions. “Why do we have to move here again? Is it always snowing here? Are there any weird animals? Are we close to Wizard City?”

“Why do you ask so many questions my little one?” Jolie interrupted him.
“That’s easy momma,” the boy answered with a sliver of a grin. “I’m random.”

Jolie laughed out loud at her little Angel. “I can’t argue with that one.” She grinned back then tickled under Angel’s arms, making the 5 year old squeal. “To answer your questions in order, we moved here because your dad got a job helping Headmaster Ambrose at Ravenwood and grandma is old and needs help sometimes. It snows here sometimes but not always. I never saw any weird animals. And finally, yes we are close to Wizard City.
“Momma,” Angel suddenly became serious, his clover green eyes showing worry. “Do you think I will make any friends?”

The final question made Jolie stop in her tracks. She set her bags down and hugged her child tightly. “Is that what all this pouting is about? You’re afraid you won’t make any friends?” Angel stared at the ground and shook his head. “You have nothing to worry about. You are adventurous, brave, and have a wonderful sense of humor. In fact, I bet the entire town absolutely adores you before the week is through.”

This seemed to cheer the child up considerably as he and his mother reached the stairs. Angel’s grandmother, Adelina, opened the door and a wonderful smell warmed the cold outside. “There you two are,” She smiled brightly. “I just finished making popcorn. Come inside and get warm.”

“Momma you didn’t say she could make popcorn. You know, this place is growing on me.” He practically ran in the house as his mother and grandmother giggled on the front porch.

Once everyone was inside and Angel had an oversized bowl of popcorn in front of him, he munched happily and looked around. The kitchen was almost completely white and complimented the snow outside the large sliding doors. There was a small stain glass window above the doors that made rainbow patterns on the table. In the back yard sat an old barn. Its weathered roof had a few holes in it but there was still hay in the loft and a horse was braving the cold to nibble on whatever grass it could find. Adelina sat beside her grandson and asked him. “Would you like to see the animals in the barn when you are done eating?”

“Yeth mmm,” he said with a mouth full of popcorn.

This made his grandmother giggle again but Jolie was not impressed. “Angel Cristopher Winterbreeze! You know better than to reply with your mouth full.” Her son looked remorseful but also had a mischievous twinkle in his eye when he looked at his grandmother.

When the entire bowl of popcorn had been eaten, Jolie went to unpack as Angel and Adelina headed out to the barn. The old door creaked and resisted but finally opened. Angel was greeted by the horse, who had retreated back to the warmth of the barn. He noticed several hens dozing close together and a ladder leading to the hay loft. “Is anything other than hay up there?” He asked as he pointed to the loft.

“Nothing but hay little one.” Adelina said. “Come over here though. I have something very special to show you.” She guided him to a small corner where a large nest sat. In it, was the largest egg Angel had seen.

“WOW!” his eyes were as wide as they could go. “What kind of egg is it Grandma?”

“I have had it for over 4 years now. He is very shy and will not come out of his shell.”

With one eyebrow raised Angel said to his grandmother. “Umm, Grandma, I don’t mean to be rude or anything but if there has been an unhatched egg in the barn for over 4 years then I‘d say it’s very very rotten and needs to be thrown out."

Adelina laughed heartily which just seemed to confuse the youngster more. When she was able to speak again she explained. “Normally that would be true but you see this is no ordinary egg. This egg walks, eats, dances, and even knows a spell or two. I have seen him out in the yard a couple of times but he always runs when anyone gets too close.”

Angel bent down and knocked on the egg. “I don’t see how that’s possible. It’s just an-.” He never completed his sentence because the egg decided to knock back against Angel’s forehead. “Ow, ow, ow!” He stared in disbelief for a second or two as he rubbed his sore forehead. “Guess he doesn’t like being knocked on.” He finally said with a mischievous grin. “Okay okay little egg. I won’t knock on you anymore but how do you expect to make friends hiding in the barn all day? Come out and play in the snow some.” The egg didn’t move for a second or two then its whole body twisted back and forth like someone shakes their head no. “Why not silly.” Angel asked and the egg responded by scooting closer to the wall. “I see. You’re shy and afraid no one will like you. Is that it?” The egg stood up on webbed feet that poked out of the shell at the bottom and did a couple of short bows as if nodding. “Well you will never know if you don’t come out and say hi first. How about if I give you a name? Will that help? The egg jumped up and down excitedly and did a little dance. He had never had a name before. “Great!” Angel exclaimed. “I already have the perfect name for you too. I am going to call you Chico.” Chico, thrilled with his new name, jumped up and down and danced all around the barn.

“I think he likes his name Angel,” Adelina chuckled as she watched Angel join in on the dancing.

“I think he does too Grandma,” Angel laughed. “Can I keep him and raise him? I plan on being a Legendary Thaumaturge one day and I need a good partner.”

“After what I just saw, I don’t think a pack of Wildclaws could tear you apart.” Adelina said with a grin. “Looks like you have yourself a pet egg.”

From that day forward, Angel became known all about town as the kid with pet egg. He grew up, went off to Wizard City, and became a Legendary Thaumaturge just as he told his grandmother he would and Chico never left his side.

The end

Cast of Characters

Most of you know my character, Autumn Fireblade. However, most of you do not know my other characters and stars of my story. So I am going to introduce you to them. I put them all in their best outfits so they look nice for you.

First up, Heather Blade. She is my title character of the story. Although in the story she is still a young Theurgist, she is actually Legendary.

Next up, Tristan Nightshade: He was my first Grandmaster. I had actually planned on erasing him and having all girls but I loved the Death school so much I kept him.

Destiny Skyblade a.k.a. Sparky is next. Not much to say about her. She says it all herself in the story lol.

Alexis Rainblade is next up. Although her outfit was originally white, I switched to black. Suits her better.

The rest of my Blades should be in order I plan to introduce them in the story. However, this story could go any way and I may do it differently.

Autumn Fireblade (most of you know her already) is who I intend to introduce next. I won't give anything away but I am pleased with how she is turning out.

Next up is the mystery person I revealed in my last blog. She is a Necromancer like Tristan and believe me, she is one tough cookie. Allow me to introduce, Angela Shadowblade. (Btw, her mount in the background plays an integral part in the story)

I plan on introducing my final two Blades at the same time. Balance Taryn Moonblade and Ice Jasmine Roseblade.

Those are my Blades and of course Mr. Nightshade. Here is a small snippet of the next story.

“Why would anyone want the tips of a unicorn’s horn?” Heather asked.

Cameron answered her. “Unicorns are popular in Wizard city as pets but are pretty rare everywhere else. They have a lot of magic and the tips of the horns are where all a mare’s magic is stored. A stallion’s magic is in his entire horn and is 20 times as potent as the females but—.”

“Wait!” Heather interrupted. “I thought all unicorns were girls. There are boys?”

Sherlock cut in as well. “This is the first I have heard of this as well. Please continue Mr. Drake.”

Cameron cleared his throat. “As I was saying,” he said, sounding like his father. “Stallions are rare even in Wizard City. They stay in the shadows and prefer to hide but are great at defending themselves and are extremely aggressive. I have only seen one in my life. Dad says he has only seen two.”

“How can a unicorn hide in shadows? The only ones I have ever seen are all solid white or pink.” Heather asked.

“They were also all girls,” Cameron answered. “Stallions are solid black with eyes that glow red as fire when angered.” He shuddered. “Trust me. You don’t want to see an angry stallion.”
“Fascinating!” Mr. Bones exclaimed. “Simply fascinating. Tell me young man. How did you come to know so much about the creatures?”

“My Aunt was the Life teacher at Ravenwood before she died. She taught me all about them and helped me raise Amalthea.

“If unicorn magic is so potent,” Heather asked. “Why don’t more criminals try to steal them?”

“Because they would be cursed forever,” Cameron explained. “To cut a unicorn’s horn means sentencing it to death. As soon as the horn is separated from the unicorn, whoever cuts the horn is attacked by the magic within it. They are forever surrounded by a dark aura and I am not sure what else. Aunt Sylvia wouldn’t go into details about it. Whatever it was, it scared her though.”

Cameron was about to say more but a loud crash and the sound of several loud voices in the street drew their attention to the window. They ran downstairs just as Officer Chaser ran into the building. “They’ve got the little one, Roxie!” He said breathlessly. “We got him cornered near The Rusty Hydrant.”


Stayed tune for the next Chapter. Hopefully coming soon.

Dragons and Blades

Hey everyone. This post isn't about my story. Amazing isn't it? Anyway wanted to keep you updated on what was happening in my little Wiz World. So many things to say.

First, KingsIsle released the new Dragon's Hoard pack in the Crowns shop at a great price, 399 Crowns per pack. You can get all sorts of great housing items, reagents, gear, pets, and mounts. (You have already heard I know) One of the most prized possessions in there is the Bone Dragon mount. It took a while (and a few Crowns) but I did finally get a Bone Dragon for my Death wizard on my second account, (name witheld hee hee) First account's Death wiz, Tristan, was not so lucky. Giving up I came to the conclusion that he would be a Dragon breeder due to the fact that he had at least 3 of each of the Dragon pets that came in the pack. Later that night I was questing with one of my best friends and in game sister, Cassandra Dragonheart. I mentioned to her about my dragon woes and being the kind, loving sister she is, she gifted Tristan a Dragon Hoard pack. I opened it and to my surprise, there was a Bone Dragon mount in that pack. Both of my Necromancers are now cruising the Spriral on new mounts. Thank you Big sister.

Second thing the Dragon Hoard pack had that I wanted was a beautiful new double handed sword. The style was the same but the power and wand spell depends on what level your wizard is. I absolutely love swords (as most who know my wizards and username well know). I had to have one for each account as well. Got much luckier with those and ended up with one or two searching for the Bone mounts.

Leveling:

I am also proud to announce I have 2 new Legendary wizards as of this week. My Myth, Alexis Rainblade, and my Balance wizard, Olivia DawnBlade both completed Celestia and reached Legendary. Alexis is on her way to Wintertusk and Olivia is going to start Grizzleheim. Counting those two, I now have 8 Legendary Wizards. One for each school and double Deaths.

Other Noteworthy news:

I do not know how many of you know this or even know me but on Central I was a member of Mercenaries for Hire. Why do I say was? I have decided to go inactive. It has nothing to do with the team as I am close to each and every Mercenary and know they will continue to succeed and assist any wizard that asks for their help. The truth is, I rarely log into Central anymore. I much prefer to get my information from Diary of a Wizard, Petnome, and my friends on Twitter of course.

Story:

Didn't think I would leave without mentioning Prophecy of Blades did you? I have started posting it on Diary of a Wizard as well and continue to work on it daily (or whenever the boss turns his head.) For those that are wondering and have read the last chapter, Heather is not alone. She has a friend with her, though, who it is may surprise you. Here is a picture of Heather Blade and Tristan. I will continue to post and keep you updated. As for me right now, the Spiral awaits.

Lady Blade

For those who want to see what a couple of my characters look like, here is Heather.

And below is Tristan. The Necromancer he is with will be revealed....later.

Sneak Peak at next chapter

It has been a while I know. We have been extremely busy at work and to be honest, this chapter has been hard to write. The next two chapters should be easier and be out faster. Here is a snippet though. Hope you enjoy it. I hope to post the full story sometime this week.



Alexis approached the wall and traced the yellow line from the handprint to the slot on the right side. “It certainly is bright.” She turned and noticed the unusual looks from Tristan and Destiny. “What?”

“You can see the colors?” Tristan asked.

“They’re kind of hard to miss. They look like colorful vines all over the wall. Don’t tell me you can’t see them.”

Tristan shook his head. Neither me nor Destiny can. Wonder why you and Heather are able to?”

Alexis pondered the question for a second. “I have a theory about why I can. But her,” she pointed to Heather. “I don’t have a clue about unless she has Myth or Balance parents.”

Heather shook her head. “My dad is a Theurgist too and mom has no magic in her family. What’s your theory Alexis?”

Alexis cleared her throat. “I think you may have the blood of a seer in your veins. It’s not really taught at Ravenwood, but seers have been around for centuries. Some can see strands of magic, others can see bits of the future. Seers tend to be Conjurers and Sorcerers, it’s rare to see the ability in a Theurgist. My family’s full of them since we have over six generations of Conjurers. In fact,” Alex said in a surprised voice and walked over to the wall. “That’s my family crest right there.” She touched the wall’s lower right corner and there was a quick blinding flash of light.

“OW! ALEXIS.” Destiny rubbed her stinging eyes. “What’d you do that for Monster girl? That hurt like—Woah!” Through the fading white and purple spots, Destiny discovered something. “Hey! I can see the colors now. Tris, take a look.”

Tristan blinked several times then glanced at the wall. Just like Destiny, he too could see the dazzling lines of color that crawled and snaked their way across the wall converging into a single black handprint. He started to touch the green line but the hairs on his arm stood up and he could feel electricity building. He quickly pulled his hand away. “Oh no you don’t you stupid wall. I’m not ending up on the floor again. He motioned for the others. “Let’s hurry and get this over with. I don’t think this rock likes me much.”